A Bother

These times wanna make you run out and hollah, sprint down the street screamin', and bein' a bother!

Everybody knows these times belong to one another. How we deal with this is the test of our human valour.

After letting it all out, as not to ruin your life, let the rage become as quiet as the mice, crafty, and intelligent, contemplative and introspective, inventive and gymnastic, protective and progressing. Seeking out the right sustenance, making moves for just the love of it.

Now it's due time to be focused on the BEAUTY of every light, because we've all had enough adulterated strife.

One with each other, love within unity, it's easier when you dance with those in tune with your good revelry.

Exist with the divine ones, you know the ones who are mysterious, the spirits who wake you out of your bed every morning for your next educational experience.

by Yasa Henson